I started at her collarbones, massaging the oil into her. Slowly, I worked my way down to her t**s where her n*****s had already pebbled in response to my touch. Softly I pinched them, twisting them until a soft bite of pain made her arch into my hands.
“You are so f*****g perfect, Harley Grace.” She moaned when I pinched her n*****s just a little tighter as if her body knew exactly what was yet to come.
I am a brutal f**k and having her to myself tonight has those demons inside of me clawing to get free.
I worked the oil into her stomach with flashes of a pregnant version of her body dancing in my mind. My hands found her hips and her lips parted with a satisfied sigh as I rubbed down her pelvis. Instead of letting my fingers graze her sweet little p***y like she wanted, I continued
